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With a chilling stiffness to her fingers, Marise opened the door and shuffled in. After she slammed it shut, she hauled off her hat, scarf, and jackets. There she hung the clothing on their designated hooks. Marise walked straight to the kitchen and started the oven to bake the house warm. Aria had then opened the door with chuckles of rain, only stopping when Marise had come close enough to plant a kiss on her lips. About ten minutes later, the two ladies had sat down, one with a cup of wine and the other with four shots of whiskey. They had watched horror movies that Friday evening, laughing all the while.